My teacher mo..c.k..e.d me for my torn clothes—the next day, a stranger was waiting for me after school.
I kept my head down as I walked into class, hoping no one would see the tear in my hoodie or the holes in my shoes. But, of course, the teacher noticed. She sighed and crossed her arms. “You know we have a dress code,” she said, sounding disapproving. The class laughed, and my face … Read more